Chapter 810 Beatrice and Baptiste

Bonia was sitting next to her blankly, lost in thought. Hao Ren's sudden words startled her. This little saint, who was far from mature, was as easily distracted as any child of her age. After Hao Ren repeated his request, Bonia quickly jumped up and ran into a small room behind the temple. After a while of rummaging, she carefully held a small ceramic jar. Walked out.

As mentioned before, the daily lives of people in this world are closely related to various spices. Spices are not only a kind of daily necessities, but also involve religion, folk customs, etiquette and other aspects. Different types of spices were used on different occasions, some were used to worship gods, some were used to cleanse oneself, and some were used in the baptism ceremony of newborn babies. The small jar that Bonia took contained some off-white powder, which she had made by herself and baked with various herbs and magic. Hao Ren took some of this powder and felt a strong, licorice-like smell coming to his nostrils. He took out the data terminal and said, "Analyze it."

"A small amount of ingredients that can affect the development of brain nerves can affect early childhood brain development, reduce creative thinking ability and..." the data terminal said, circling around Bonia to determine the physiological details of humans in this world. , "and the tendency to criticize reality independently. But it does not affect intelligence and genetic factors. In short, this is something that can make people 'obedient'. It is not clever, but if it is applied to everyone in large quantities, almost It can ensure the stagnation of the entire civilization. Of course, these potions alone are not enough, a whole education system is also needed, and I believe the tribes here have already achieved it."

Hao Ren frowned: "Is this a protective measure?"

"If placed on ordinary civilization, this should be a crime, but here it is indeed some kind of protection," the data terminal floated up and down, "The underground space of this world is not fertile, and the entire planet has no energy - no sun. , the energy stored on the planet itself is extremely limited. You should know how quickly highly developed human society can consume the life of the planet, so the human civilization here has been stagnated, and the purpose should be to extend the life of the entire ecosystem."

"The goddess also taught you how to make this spice?" Hao Ren pointed at the small jar and asked Bonia. The latter glanced at Vivian quickly and nodded her head several times. Vivian continued to look bitter and resentful: "...just think of it as what I taught you."

Hao Ren thought for a moment, put the spices aside, and continued to read the diaries left by Beatrice. The witch was a scholar with a spirit of exploration. She was very different from her colleagues of that era who only knew about fighting for power and the power of ancient artifacts. The records she left behind described her research in this world at great length. Discover. She even left behind drawings: drawings depicting ancient things recorded on stone tablets by the Fire Tribe and the Mountain Tribe. Beatrice believed that these things should still be buried deep underground, and she mentioned some of her failed exploration plans:

"...There should still be many ruins deep in the earth. I found that there are abnormal cracks around some of the Pillars of Eternity. These cracks lead to the underground like deliberately left passages. However, the Pillars of Eternity themselves are of this world' Miracle', the locals believe that these pillars are the arms of giants, and going deep into the foundations of the pillars will tickle the giants, which will cause the sky to collapse, so I can only give up...

"The Fire Tribe seemed to be a magical nation called 'Ebiseus' in ancient times. They were good at making flame-driven machines and magical equipment. I restored some things from their stone tablets. The drawings are..."

Many of the parchments at the back began to record Beatrice's archaeological discoveries, and she also mentioned some ancient heritage that tribe members still preserve today. Hao Ren flipped through these things casually, while Bonia next to him began to sit and doze again. The little saint stood with snot bubbles in her nose as if there was no one around, her upper body kept dangling from side to side, and the round cake-shaped pendant hanging around her neck continued to reflect golden light in the light of the phlogiston lamp. Hesiana's eyes were suddenly attracted by this round cake, and she woke up Bonia: "Little girl, let me see your pendant."

The little saint quickly took off the pendant from her neck and handed it to Hesiana.

Hesiana originally thought this was just a decorative metal cake, but when she got it, she realized that it was something with an unimaginable level of precision. The perfectly round "pendant" is about the size of a pocket watch. The surface is made of complex and delicate patterns using a technique that looks like laser etching. Some of the patterns are even inlaid with tiny crystals that have been worn at the end. When Hesiana was looking through this thing, she touched a button next to the metal cake, so the device popped open, revealing the exquisite mechanical structure and circuits inside. There were also some symbols engraved on the inside of its lid. and text. Vivian curiously took a look at it and used the translation plug-in to decipher what was written on it:

"National Library-Episius Archivist Key-can replace the universal ID card"

"This is an ancient sacred object," Bonia wiped off the snot bubbles and said seriously. "It has been passed down from generation to generation by the saints. This is the incarnation of the spirit of knowledge and the will of the goddess."

"An exquisite alchemy tool that mixes the principles of mechanics and magic." Hesiana gently stroked the lines inside the ancient key with her fingers. Although its exterior has been worn, the interior is still well preserved. "It's probably underground. Is there a ruin that matches it?”

Hao Ren, on the other hand, was turning to the last few manuscripts, and Beatrice's record was coming to an end. She left these things in the last year of her life, when her body was already suffering from all kinds of strange ailments, and she realized that she didn't have much time left, and the closer she got to the end of the manuscript, the more often she And he explicitly mentioned that his death was approaching.

"...I don't have much time left. The more frequently I use magic and herbs to suppress the pain, the more violently it rebounds. My body cannot adapt to many substances in this world, and now the accumulated 'toxins' are almost gone." My life is in danger. I have already said goodbye to Mobeika (the tribal saint at that time). She still cannot accept this fact, but fate is unpredictable. Who can fight against it?

"...What's interesting is that when I was approaching death, I began to miss my hometown. Although the world was in the most difficult period, and both witches and wizards suffered from unspeakable terror and high pressure, they died alone in this distant place. Being in a foreign land does not seem to be a wonderful thing. Recently, I have been recalling things and acquaintances in my hometown so frequently that the work of deciphering ancient documents has come to a standstill. I may have become fragile, but in these last days, there is no People demand that a witch in distress must be strong...

"...Baptiste, please forgive me for not mentioning your name until it's finally over, but I really think of you all the time, and I miss you so much that I don't even dare to write your name on anything. place or tell anyone, because every time I hear this name it only makes me realize more deeply how far apart we are. Maybe you are still looking for my whereabouts? How I wish I could be with you now You talk, the only thing I want to tell you now is - stay away from this place.

"There is no hope here, there is nothing here. This world is a chaotic space with no return. The knowledge I once taught you is far from enough to deal with the dangers here, so don't come to me."

The manuscript ends here.

In the last few chapters of the parchment, Beatrice's records were already a bit messy, and she even felt a bit unclear between reality and delusion. These things were not written all at once, but she spent a year reviewing her experiences here intermittently over the past ten years, so the last few parchments should reflect Beatrice's poor state at that time. But no matter how messy the words are, the meaning remains unmistakable:

This is the reason why Baptiste wants to find the second level of Purgatory at all costs.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the temple, and then a tribal warrior with red paint on his face suddenly broke in: "My Lady, Lady Saint, the sentry caught a person of unknown origin in the wilderness."

(I will leave in the afternoon to attend a classmate’s wedding out of town. I will be back in about two days. This chapter will be updated earlier.)